The furniture consisted of the bare
Essentials: here, a ceiling, a dirt floor,
Some walls, and two anonymous adults.
The things their bodies did, the warmth they shared,
And if they touched each other tenderly,
Passed largely unreported in the press.
The politicians told the same old lies,
The markets rose a fraction of a point,
The sniper’s rifle cracked an obscene joke:
Love changes nothing, fundamentally.
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